I'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend   Tiny little cabin in the sky   Now we're alone and we can remember   How we felt before we were angry   We were guilty and we were bitter I must admit I said a few things, but      I'm still attracted to you   Sorry we've been so, so cold, so   Eight miles high and three hours to landing   God, your hair smells really great      I'm on a hovercraft to Paris with my former best friend   We have to get to the cinematheque   We're not alone but no one speaks english, so we're free   To look into each other's minds   And see what we're thinking like we always used to      I miss talking to you   But, but you never draw me out so   Cast off the ego scars and let's go hit the bars      I reserve the right to hold my grudges   Friends like you, you know the rest   But all told, I hold on to my anger far too long   Until it's a joke, the night is cold   The joke is old and poorly told, I told you once      I'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend   No one to keep up appearances for   Now we're alone and we can remember how we felt at first   The desperate need to be together   Must've been good for something, sugar      I'm still attracted to you   But, but, ba-ra-ra-ra-ra   No one's allowed to make us do what we're supposed to      Right here in my arms, right here in my arms   Right here in my arms, right here in my arms   Right here in my arms